  The little flowers came through the ground, At Easter-time, at Easter-time; They raised their heads and looked around, At happy Easter-time. And every pretty bud did say, "Good people, bless this holy day; For Christ is risen, the angels say, This happy Easter-time." The scarlet lily raised its cup, At Easter-time, at Easter-time; The crocus to the sky looked up, At happy Easter-time. "We hear the song of heaven!" they say; "Its glory shines on us to-day, Oh! may it shine on us alway, At happy Easter-time." 'Twas long and long and long ago, That Easter-time, that Easter-time; But still the scarlet lilies blow At happy Easter-time. And still each little flower doth say, "Good Christians, bless this holy day; For Christ is risen, the angels say, At blessed Easter-time." |
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